My Wife, My Valentine

My Wife, My Valentine

My Valentine is a cool breeze on a hot summer night,
A misty whisper of love
At the back of my neck

My Valentine is the first note
In a favorite song
That forever carries the impressions of a lifetime

My Valentine is a fresh, new word
Spoken by a child
Crisp and clean, unburdened by time

My Valentine is polished black eyes
In a delicate sea of milk
And lips that leave me hungry, always

My Valentine is the shadow that follows my children
Cool and dependable
And always lengthens with the coming of night